For my wife and I (F, M 33), weekends are reserved for decompressing from the work week. Saturday morning rolls around, and in typical fashion, I can feel the activity levels of my brain elevating in preparation for the wakefulness that my body has been conditioned to anticipate from my regular schedule of having to get up for work, which slowly pulls me from any quality depth of slumber. Even while my circadian rhythm sabotages any chance I have of sleeping in, it does not mean I feel fully rested, ready to tackle the day. So there I lay on my back in the wee hours of the morning, not fully asleep, yet not fully awake, pleading with my body to let me rest more. I must have been jostling a bit, which awoke my wife who does not suffer the same dodgy relationship with sleep, because I felt some fingers traversing beneath the comforter towards what apparently was a fully engorged erection, which I had only fully noticed once it was located.
The sensation of her soft finger tips gently gliding around on my cock revealed to me how sensitive I was this particular morning, for some reason unbeknownst to me. I could feel full body arousal swelling within, permeating from the gentle care from my wife below the covers. With both of us hazy eyed, not a great deal of time passed before she sat up for a moment, rotated around, and laid her head down on my thigh while now grasping my cock with her whole hand, as she began stroking slowly, careful not to apply much pressure beyond a gliding of skin along skin. Even though I could tell I was particularly sensitive that morning, her delicate approach was not targeted enough to fully send me, and I felt as if I could withstand the pleasure indefinitely. However, I began to question my stance there once I unexpectedly felt the touch of her lips on my frenulum as she continued to stroke. She must have opened her eyes enough to realize my cock was right before her face. The affection she communicated through her lips with each gentle kiss as she stroked filled me with waves of pleasure, both physical and emotional, and though I did not know how long I could possibly last, I knew that I wanted to find out.
She must not have known my journey of pleasure to that point; I never wanted her to stop, but alas, she sat up and lifted her newly purchased black silk night gown just enough to be able to climb on top of me. With a kiss, she reached down and grabbed me so that she could insert me, which she accomplished with ease. She buried her fists into the pillows just above my shoulders and allowed her night gown to fall back down, which tickled my thighs as she grinded on me, providing even more sensation beyond my cock deep inside her. It seemed as if I could feel every nuance of all of these sensations individually, and as bleak as my situation was while she was servicing me hand and mouth, it paled in comparison to where I was at now. And to make matters worse, her breasts were gathered up rather tightly by her night gown just in front of my face as she rode me, as if they had been curated. Her bosom was bursting from her garments just as I felt I was about to burst, and yet I couldn’t help but lift my hands from her waist to grope her full handedly. I noticed feeling her nipples through the silk as I gripped her with as much physical effort as I was putting into trying to prolong the pleasure, but it was futile. In a matter of mere minutes I was convulsing as I erupted deep inside her. We hadn’t yet spoken a word to one another that morning, but we found one another’s eyes as I began writhing and climaxing, and she gave me a judgemental smirk; she raised an eyebrow and smiled at me, for she clearly found it humorous that I was cumming so soon. No matter, there was nothing I could do at that point. I was helpless. She rode me straight through as I came, and all sensation that was previously swelling throughout my whole body was channeled into my erupting into her, and I clutched her for dear life.
Once the waves of pleasure subsided, she rolled off of me, turned her back and pulled the covers over her shoulder as if nothing had just happened, and we both drifted back off to sleep. I would be able to find my much needed rest after all.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ziyxia/mf_a_more_memorable_servicing_of_my_morning
Beautifully and eloquently written!